"Bag Lady" I am not dead I demand I know my rights I know my rights You cover illness with flowers And flowers die And flowers die Waking I feel I follow mirrors that Make sense to me Make sense to me Never let yourself out, I did It ruined me It ruined me To be morally good Are we ready to love? A devil pretending to be a god Love's written on paper, and paper burns Eternity is not sunrise Waking I feel I follow mirrors that Make sense to me, Make sense to me Never let your self out, I did It ruined me It ruined me To be morally good Are we ready to love? A devil pretending to be a god Love's written on paper and paper burns Eternity is not a sunrise